Chapter 7
Chapter 7
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 8
Chapter Title: Tomboy Childhood Friend's Big Bra Fiasco
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Ow ow.
My head throbs like hell. I can't even remember how much I drank last night—my memory's completely shot.
How many rounds did we go?
Tch. No clue.
Even after waking up, my stomach's churning, and the ceiling's spinning lazily overhead.
'Where the hell am I?'
It's not my place, that's for sure.
No way that dingy single-room bachelor pad of mine could compare to a room this spacious and swanky.
'A hotel?'
Nah.
The layout's hotel-like, but the neatly tidied room has a lived-in feel.
I propped myself up and scanned my surroundings.
The bed I'd been lying on was a massive king-size—way too big for one person. The pillow I'd just been using carried a faint floral fragrance. Compare that to my own pillow, yellowed and reeking of stale bachelor funk, and it's like night and day.
"Damn, she lives large. Crystal chandelier and all—fancy as hell."
Logically speaking, this had to be Seong-yeon's bedroom, since we'd been drinking together.
I shook off the haze and climbed out of bed.
That's when I noticed something off about the clothes I was wearing. A white short-sleeve tee with a tree logo on the shoulder and black shorts. Breathable, comfy—not cheap at all.
Clothes I'd never seen before.
Judging by the emblem, probably casual guild gear issued to Chomok Guild members?
'Fits me perfectly. Did she measure me while I was out and change me into it?'
Talk about thorough.
Too thorough, almost overwhelming.
"Living here all alone... this place is ridiculously spacious for one person."
The marble floor chilled my feet, making everything feel awkwardly unfamiliar. A three-seater sofa for solo living. A TV so huge it covered half the wall. The kitchen was spotless and massive—nothing like my dump, where dirty dishes pile up because I never clean right after eating. This place was pristine, not a single stain or crumb anywhere. Who even lives like this?
Hmm. Does someone clean for her? Or does she do it herself?
"Seong-yeon! Seong-yeon! Song Seong-yeon~! I'm up. You awake by any chance?"
I called her name a few times while poking around the room, but no reply, no signs of life.
Just the hum of the washing machine in the background...
She didn't sleep in the guest room, apparently—there's still dampness on the shower floor.
'Took a shower and headed out?'
Knowing her personality, she wouldn't just leave me here alone. Probably some urgent errand. I scanned the room again, then headed back to the bedroom to hunt for my stuff.
Phone... wallet... ID...
'Where's my clothes? The washer was going earlier—did she throw mine in with hers?'
My throat's parched. Did I puke or something?
...For real?
Shit. First time drinking with a buddy in ages, and I end up barfing and handing over my laundry? Mortifying.
"This sucks ass. I'm not a kid—what was I thinking getting that hyped...? Can't even imagine what she thinks of me now."
I smacked my forehead.
To shake off the embarrassment, I straightened the bedding first, then checked my phone.
...Ah.
[Missed Call Today]
[Caller: ♡Song Seong-yeon♡]
[8:30 AM]
[Gotta leave a note.]
[Chang-gi ya. Something urgent came up. They want me for this hunter documentary—insisted I appear. I'll be back by 10 AM at the latest. Don't worry about your clothes; I threw them in the wash. If you're heading out, there's spare stuff in the dresser by the bed—grab something wearable from there.]
[If you're hungry, hit up the guild members' cafeteria. Or just take a quick walk around.]
[Sorry for leaving you alone.]
"Sorry, my ass."
Typical Seong-yeon—meticulous as ever. Even left a text in case I didn't check my calls.
She even saved her number with hearts. No idea why, but whatever, it's cute.
"10 o'clock... It's 9 now, so an hour to go?"
At this point, I was dead certain where I was.
Chomok Guild headquarters.
"Clothes, huh... Bitch said she's swamped with work, but had time to sort mine out."
What a time wizard. Amazed by her insane efficiency, I opened the dresser.
Spacious wardrobe. Smells nicely antique, woody.
Lost in the scent for a sec, I peered inside and was once again impressed—she'd prepped clothes perfectly sized for me.
'Gear from light armor to casual wear... Appreciate it, but where's the underwear?'
I'd thrown on the casuals, but no undies.
Even for Seong-yeon, changing my boxers might've been a step too far.
Still, going commando felt weird, so I checked the bottom drawer for spare trunks or socks.
That's when I saw 'it'.
'Huh?'
............
...Panties.
Yeah, panties... but not the kind I was looking for.
What the fuck is this?
'Women's?'
Black, sheer, lace & bow.
Full-on adult lingerie...!
"What the hell? Why's this shit in her dresser?"
My pupils shook—does she act gay just to cover a cross-dressing fetish? Did she... do me up the ass while I was asleep? My butt clenched in panic.
"Gasp!"
I frantically groped my ass—thank god, my firm, hairy uncle cheeks were intact.
And then, the thing that cranked my confusion to eleven appeared...
"Holy shit."
Bra! Bra! Big bra!
No way—is this for real?
"What the fuck? Why's something like this coming out of her dresser?"
I knew it was rude, but the shock made me grab it with both hands and lift.
Huge! Wide! Heavy!
A bra so massive my whole face could fit in one cup!!
What does this mean? Does it mean Seong-yeon’s got some fetish proving she's into chicks??
A woman wearing this would have tits in the triple digits, right?
No way that's even possible.
'Calm down... Sing a song to chill... La la, la la, braving the inferno of shells~♪ For homeland, parents, siblings, peace~♪ Comrades, our nation~♪ I will proteeeeect iiiiiit~♪ Wait, is that right? Yeah, but what the hell am I doing!? This ain't the time!!'
The bewilderment of finding a black bra built for absurdly massive tits in my long-lost childhood friend's dresser defies words.
Women's undies and this monstrosity of a bra...!
What the hell's her sexual orientation? Does she cross-dress with this stuff?
'No way. She's always been kinda girly. Maybe... it's hers?'
Was that tomboy even a dude to begin with?
We played together so young, her gender's fuzzy in my memory.
Tsk.
I knew it was rude. I knew I was being a creep.
But to confirm, I brought the bra to my face.
Holy shit, one cup swallowed my whole face. And the scent...
'Body odor. Kinda... feminine?'
Sniff sniff.
This cosplay prop smells too real.
Way too girly.
Made me wonder if Seong-yeon really was a girl, so I kept sniffing...
『──What exactly are you doing there?』
............
The world froze.
"...Gulp."
I turned my gaze.
Slowly, agonizingly slow—like a rusty Pinocchio—until I faced the voice's owner.
A stranger, yet somehow familiar. A paradox.
"Who... are you...?"
First thing that hit me: her androgynous look.
Short blonde ponytail tied back, piercing blue eyes laced with disgust boring into me.
'I'm fucked. I know who this is.'
Ranking 12th. Chomok's vice guild master.
Epithet: 【Butler】.
The hysterical chick Seong-yeon praised endlessly in interviews yesterday—the one always beside her!
"Are you deaf? I'm asking what you are, and what you're doing here."
Under her butler uniform fitting her epithet, her gloved fists trembled with rage.
Her chest was vulgarly huge—bra-level huge, plain as day. Hips wide for birthing, but she played it cool and boyish. Prime bait for certain fetishes.
And this bitch-butler was glaring at me with murder in her eyes.
Forehead veins bulging—she looked ready to kill!
I'm so fucking dead!!
"I..."
"No. Stop. Enough. No need for more words. You hem and haw even after I give you a chance—your identity's obvious."
"Wait, no, that's not—"
"Enough. Cease speaking. You're fouling Seong-yeon-nim's room."
Aura poured from her entire body.
Holy shit, check that output. Aura I, a D-rank scrub, could never match—it was taking shape.
A massive 【Golden Lion】 materialized behind her, unleashing her fury in aura form.
A raging beast, her protective hide.
"This is the room of my master and benefactor, Song Seong-yeon-nim. You're not just trespassing—you're up to vile deeds. No matter what you say, I won't let you live."
"Wait! Hold on! Let's talk this out!"
"No need. You'll vanish without a trace right here. Erased entirely. No one will remember you. So last words are pointless—no one will recall them anyway."
What the hell does that mean?
Vanish? Forgotten?
Skill!?
Fuck, top rankers have creepy shit like that!?!
'Fuuuuuuck, I'm so dead. How do I explain this? Explain what!? I look like a psycho raiding her room and sniffing bras!'
In the guild master's room! A woman's bra!
Hold up—is this even Seong-yeon's!?
"Nameless pervert. Repent in the afterlife."
"Gaaah! Waaaait!!! "
"─Die, trash."
Ranking 12th lunged at me with her lion aura.
The aura packed into her fist screamed instant death, but I had no weapon to block.
So, out of pure desperation—total last resort!—I swung 'it'!
"Raaaaaaargh!!! Take thiiiis!!! Ultra Mega Bra Guuuuard!!!"
"Wha—!?"
Smack!!
'Clang! Blocked it!'
"You pervert!!"
Triple-digit big bra enhanced by aura VS ranker hunter's golden aura punch.
A clash so laughable it'd shame my ancestors had just begun.